|Samantha - 1995-2011|
|Max and Samantha - litter mates|
|Ms. Pris and her favorite purple fuzzy ball|
Mom telling me the story of the time in California, she had the Christmas tree up, she would come home from work and she would see two sets of little eyes looking at her from the top of the branches. Or the story mom would tell of when she was living with my grandparents, when she moved home from California, grandma would go to the kitchen and see the lazy suzan open and Samantha's little eyes looking at her from inside.
|Queen of her throne|
IF I SHOULD GROW FRAIL
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain does keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done
For this - the last battle - can't be won.
You will be sad I understand
But don't let grief then stay your hand.
For on this day, more than the rest
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end.
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must now be you
Who has to decide this thing to do.
We've been so close - we two- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.